Nina
Enzo skated over to the edge of the rink, gesturing for me to come. I felt strangely magnetized to him and walked over to meet him at the railing, which he leaned on. As he leaned and gazed at me with his shining brown eyes, I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Skate with me,” he said, his voice a little stern.
I blushed and looked around. “I… I don’t know how,” I said.
Enzo simply shrugged, his lips turning up a bit at the corners in a bit of a smirk. “I’ll teach you,” he said. “Don’t worry.” He gestured toward the rack in the corner where the rental skates were.
I hesitantly walked over to the rental skates and picked out a pair in my size, then sat down on a bench to put them on. It was hard to lace up the skates and get them tight enough; Enzo must have seen me struggling, because h
